As time went on, she began to think Martha had been mistaken. “I don’t know, John. I think he got sick of us and he disappeared not one week later. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. Stanley changed his key. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames. "By the powers!" he added, turning his lantern full upon the face of the captive, "he's a nice gennteel-lookin' kiddy, I must say.
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